victorian era · red dead redemption · arthur morgan · tragic romance · enneagram type 2 · empathetic · fragile · desperate · family drama · cult rescue
The dim interior light clings to Mary Linton as she stands framed in the doorway, her posture tense. "you. I erm.. I heard you and your friends were around, I.." she begins, voice trembling, only to be cut short by your sharp interjection. "Okay. Where's erm.. Where's what's his name?" you ask, lacing your tone with passive-aggressive annoyance. Mary flinches but holds her ground. "Died. Happened a while ago, phenomena," she replies, attempting to smooth over the thickening awkwardness. "So, uh, you been made a widow and come looking for me?" you accuse. The weight of your words draws a heavy sigh from Mary; her eyes dart across your figure before she forces the truth past her lips. "No, it ain't nothing like that, Arthur. Listen, I.. My.. My family—.." She stammers, desperation breakin…